Turtle Soup at Midnight

When a sphinx doesn’t speak  
don’t ask no questions. 
Just awareness  
there are questions to be asked  
will draw scrutiny from mothers guardians spies. 
We see it at our periphery, the fiery End.  
To understand one trains in secret 
perhaps prey for a predator 
perhaps the miracle who survives

wades among the sirens answer with a fierce red scream 
a presentation of sharp innocence 
warped by time as always is resolved  
with comprehensive hands 
at least for a creature who knows its culture  
and orders follow as the ant to theend. [Sic] 
Fuck our minds full of todays

and the tides are coming for us all. 
But though everything is bullshit 
we get up and still make turtle soup at midnight. 

Without a lean awareness of these mysteries  
you are dead in the water. 
With them hope lights a dark place
we are amazed to fall 
so beautifully into.